Moving On
I'm fighting this urge to cry."I'm afraid to be hurt." You say
But in truth is that a lie?
You're angry and mad
But you wanna know the truth?
If I didn't care for you
I wouldn't hurt so bad.
I'm holding back; Trying not to yell.
I miss you.
I miss you.
This isn't a lie you'll sell.
"Goodbye."
So soft and sweet.
I'm trying not to cry
But I can't forget how we used to meet.
Do I forget?
So soft and kind.
Even If I regret
Anger and hate aren't on my mind.
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